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O, THOSE little, those little blue shoes!
Those shoes that no little feet use.
O the price were high
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Cheeks as soft as July peaches,
Lips whose dewy scarlet teaches
Poppies paleness - round large eyes
Ever great with new surprise,
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O gentle, gentle summer rain,
Let not the silver lily pine,
The drooping lily pine in vain
...

Voice of summer, keen and shrill,
Chirping round my winter fire,
Of thy song I never tire,
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Baby's Shoes

O, THOSE little, those little blue shoes!
Those shoes that no little feet use.
O the price were high
That those shoes would buy,
Those little blue unused shoes!

For they hold the small shape of feet
That no more their mother's eyes meet,
That, by God's good will,
Years since, grew still,
And ceased from their totter so sweet.

And O, since that baby slept,
So hushed, how the mother has kept,
With a tearful pleasure,
That little dear treasure,
And o'er them thought and wept!

For they mind her forevermore
Of a patter along the floor;
And blue eyes she sees
Look up from her knees
With the look that in life they wore.

As they lie before her there,
There babbles from chair to chair
A little sweet face
That 's a gleam in the place,
With its little gold curls of hair.

Then O wonder not that her heart
From all else would rather part
Than those tiny blue shoes
That no little feet use,
And whose sight makes such fond tears start!

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